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2. Oops!
America and Canada were walking home from a very long day at school and, as always, America was giving Canada grief.
"I mean, what's the point of going to school, I'm a nation! A nation!" America was venting to Canada.
"Technically, you are still just a colony," Canada commented.
It went unnoticed.
"Seriously, I don't need to know this stuff. Years from now I'll still be alive and all this information will have been outdated. They'll probably have made something like, I don't know, an atomic bomb or something that could blow up whole cities with just one!" America said still out raged and then laughed. "Like that'll ever happen."
Canada didn't even bother to answer; it'd just go unnoticed again.
It went on like this for the rest of the way home. America always saying 'how unfair it was that they had to go to school', 'how heroes didn't need to go to school', or 'I bet England and France never had to go to school'. So, it was needless to say that Canada was thankful that they were finally home.
America walked straight in and went walk through the living room to get to the kitchen. He was muttering something about 'those horrible school lunches'.
Canada sighed and went to follow him when he heard America scream.
"WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON!" America yelled from the living room. Canada raced to go see what was the matter.
What saw stunned and possibly scarred him for the rest of his life.
On the couch was England laying down on his back, but that wasn't the strange part. The strange part was that France was on top of him. That wasn't it though. They were both supporting a heavy blush with their hair all tousled, it looked like they had just gotten out of bed. England's shirt was off and tossed somewhere across the room.
"Papa," Canada started. "What are you doing to daddy?"
France's blush became an even brighter red and looked like, as Spain would say, a tomato.
"I was um… helping him cool off and um… feel better," France lied.
"Oh, is daddy sick?" Sweet and innocent little Canada asked.
"Um… yes, doesn't he look just horrible?" France answered running with the opening that Canada had given him.
"I am not sick you bloody wanker! Now, get off me you disgusting pervert!" England yelled, but France didn't move.
The attention was back on America when he started to fake gag. He then grabbed Canada's arm and pulled him out of the room. Then dragging him into their bedroom.
"They are absolutely disgusting," America commented to Canada. "I mean, I can't believe they let us see them like that."
Canada agreed whole-heartedly, something about his papa's explanation didn't make sense. Oh well, he'd ask him again tomorrow.
Meanwhile, back in the living room…
"So," France whispered into England's ear. "Where were we before we were interrupted? I'm sure they wont be coming back down for a while."
"We just probably scarred our kids for life and you want to continue? Get off of me you bloody wanker." England forcefully pushed him off, but smiled all the same. France may be a ‘bloody wanker’, but he was his bloody wanker. Then he slapped his head. What the heck was he thinking?! He was supposed to hate the frog. Looking at Francis he saw him smiling at him as if guessing his thought.
"Come on, let's go," England ordered, grabbed France's arm, and dragged him away.

Description
2. Oops!
America and Canada were walking home from a very long day at school and, as always, America was giving Canada grief.
"I mean, what's the point of going to school, I'm a nation! A nation!" America was venting to Canada.
"Technically, you are still just a colony," Canada commented.
It went unnoticed.
"Seriously, I don't need to know this stuff. Years from now I'll still be alive and all this information will have been outdated. They'll probably have made something like, I don't know, an atomic bomb or something that could blow up whole cities with just one!" America said still out raged and then laughed. "Like that'll ever happen."
Canada didn't even bother to answer; it'd just go unnoticed again.
It went on like this for the rest of the way home. America always saying 'how unfair it was that they had to go to school', 'how heroes didn't need to go to school', or 'I bet England and France never had to go to school'. So, it was needless to say that Canada was thankful that they were finally home.
America walked straight in and went walk through the living room to get to the kitchen. He was muttering something about 'those horrible school lunches'.
Canada sighed and went to follow him when he heard America scream.
"WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON!" America yelled from the living room. Canada raced to go see what was the matter.
What saw stunned and possibly scarred him for the rest of his life.
On the couch was England laying down on his back, but that wasn't the strange part. The strange part was that France was on top of him. That wasn't it though. They were both supporting a heavy blush with their hair all tousled, it looked like they had just gotten out of bed. England's shirt was off and tossed somewhere across the room.
"Papa," Canada started. "What are you doing to daddy?"
France's blush became an even brighter red and looked like, as Spain would say, a tomato.
"I was um… helping him cool off and um… feel better," France lied.
"Oh, is daddy sick?" Sweet and innocent little Canada asked.
"Um… yes, doesn't he look just horrible?" France answered running with the opening that Canada had given him.
"I am not sick you bloody wanker! Now, get off me you disgusting pervert!" England yelled, but France didn't move.
The attention was back on America when he started to fake gag. He then grabbed Canada's arm and pulled him out of the room. Then dragging him into their bedroom.
"They are absolutely disgusting," America commented to Canada. "I mean, I can't believe they let us see them like that."
Canada agreed whole-heartedly, something about his papa's explanation didn't make sense. Oh well, he'd ask him again tomorrow.
Meanwhile, back in the living room…
"So," France whispered into England's ear. "Where were we before we were interrupted? I'm sure they wont be coming back down for a while."
"We just probably scarred our kids for life and you want to continue? Get off of me you bloody wanker." England forcefully pushed him off, but smiled all the same. France may be a ‘bloody wanker’, but he was his bloody wanker. Then he slapped his head. What the heck was he thinking?! He was supposed to hate the frog. Looking at Francis he saw him smiling at him as if guessing his thought.
"Come on, let's go," England ordered, grabbed France's arm, and dragged him away.